Riders of words

I felt so intimately sad, happens to read a poem, the lady overcame Lispector

Or the writer’s personal phantom, she teaches creative writing,

As today the world is seriously involved with some major University´s

Work, interesting, well paid, rocket way to nirvana of the writer soul craft.

If creation must endure let it be pure and transparently touching,

May the dollar be less and readers satisfied as consuming the truth

For human spirit, even the best, is weak and subject to the sin of pride.

I, dog, am using a Nexus 7 on Slim Kat 4.4.2 rom, ElementalX kernel,

A lot of tweaks, a blade slicing the throat won’t get it write faster,

Special event's consequences could overthrow to influence others,

So, when I die, my tablet should overclock and die faster, like a servant

For an ancient master. Waters of forgiveness understand thy disaster,

O ignorant writer, prose a propos of poetry, standing in between

Closer to hell than ever and certain of prosecutor future, shadows.

Now there are children of mine painting chants of will be,

The heart saying not OK. Stubbornly responding, dog's

Says it knows because it is the author of many of stories,

It broke on tears so sincerely and felt the chill of the fog.

It is the object of a project of Elysium and Hades, no way

To run, no wish to live stronger cause the wind knows its name

And all its life the attraction for a departure was present

The gas or the bridge, knife, a game for a car, a mad invent

Please fuck with me, it cry for the female it didn't meat

Afraid of love the wish for a kill is the first word of a never written will

Cila and straight of Messina I will never meet

Give me a blessing, Lake Vitoria, which others have seek

Give me peace in death for is the only achievable way

Long roads have been put behind the roads of my motorway

Woman have taught me and others on the contrary, played me,

The broad shoulders of empathy I could see, many renegade

A laugh in their face, evil despise would turn rivers in green sewers.

Science, theology, philosophy have been disposed geometrically

To include so many disciplines, the results never integrated

Humanity rides breaking the walls of time and lost perspective,

Rain on moonstruck, shadows of our pain forever perpetuated.

Theories of all things inside a Pentagonal Bipiryramid, evenly

Is our oyster callouses in the hands tired brains and economy

We never really know how ordinary people will finally be.